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salad or
something?”
    “Oh, no,” she said, waving a hand
dismissively. “I just wanted to check on my eldest daughter.”
    “Mom.” Mary gave her mother a look.
“I’m your only daughter.”
    “What does that have to do anything?” Her
mother gave a snort and left her standing there to go out into the
living room.
    Mary rolled her eyes. “That’s great, Mom.
Just great.”
    “Well? Ulrich is my only son and you
don’t see him complaining!”
    “I’m sorry for mentioning anything,” she said
drolly.
    “Good, now let's watch some TV, shall we? I
wanted to talk to you about some things.”
    She could only imagine what her mother wanted
to talk to her about. It felt like her tail was being stepped on,
and as in that situation? She couldn’t get out of this one
either.
    “I’ll just have a seat then. . .”
    Alicia made the flapping hand motion again.
She sat down with a sigh, across from her mother.
    “Your father and I. . .”
    Mary groaned. Great. . .
    “Are getting old. You and your brother have
not married at all, and we want. . .”
    She held up a hand, silencing her
mother. Mary knew her face was pale. She knew that her mother was insane. She must be,
right?
    “I think that you and Dad need therapy. You
are certifiably insane.”
    Alicia rolled her eyes. “Whatever. I’m
just trying to hint at the fact that we
want grand babies!”
    Her face flushed. “Oh. . . Mom, oh my god.
Get out!” Mary stood up, laughing.
    Alicia followed her, frowning. “What? I’m
serious, Mary! Your father and I suspect Ulrich of being gay, so
it’s up to you to carry on the Waters line.”
    She shook her head, chuckling. “I think
you need a reality check. As Ulrich what he was up to last weekend
and then go to him for
grandchildren.”
    Her mother’s eyes lit up. “Okay!” She waved a
hand back at Mary as she walked out. “This is awesome! I have to
talk to Sam about this. Gosh, why didn’t he mention anything?”
    Alicia’s voice trailed off at the end, tinted
with confusion. Mary closed the door, laughing.
    Of course her mother would react that way
after finding out that Ulrich was sexually active. Her family, she
swore, was a wackjob. She was clueless as to how they weren’t
thrown up, instead of running a race.
    As she walked throughout her house and into
the kitchen, light pouring in from the open windows, she thought
about how crazy her mother’s suggestion had been.
    Kids? How was she going to have kids when she didn’t even have a
boyfriend, or husband, to have them with?
    Mary snorted.
    Men were too put off by her to hold an actual
conversation. She had always wondered what it was about her that
did it, but hadn’t really taken anything to heart. Her mother had
always said that when the time was right, things would happen and
screw the other assholes that turned her down.
    Of course, that had been after a rejection to
Prom, but who was counting the times that she had heard “no” and
not cared enough to feel anything about it?
    Not her, she thought mockingly.
    Mary opened the fridge, grabbing for the
lettuce and a bottle of ranch.
    She had enough on her plate as it was. It
wasn’t like she needed a male attached at her very hip, growling at
every business acquaintance that came by at irregular intervals.
The organization, the processing, and the people who worked within
it were too important to her.
    Meaning her pacchetto members.
    Mary got to making the salad, mind
preoccupied while her feet and hands went on auto.
    She prayed that when it all came down to it,
the people would realize that the change was for the better. Mary
had been studying the past, the present, and even trying to predict
the future. As it had been, Acutos and Archaeos had been separated
from the beginning, and death to the leader that tries to bring
them together.
    Although Mary hadn’t been the one to do so,
bring them together—more like force them together—she knew that
once they were no longer forced to converse